The me in front of my friends is kind
The me in front of my teachers is well-behaved
The me in front of my family is silent
The real me is someone nobody knows

I held back what I really wanted to say
I put a lid on the heart that I thought of
To become someone else
People have names and yet
Even that is not something that I chose myself

That the sky is blue is not the sky’s fault
That the еvening glow is red is not the sunshinе’s fault
If you are unable to live the life that you’d like
That is not the fault of the kind you

The me in front of A is kind
The me in front of B is well-behaved
The me in front of C is silent
The real me is nowhere to be found

I threw up what I really wanted to say
I dumped the heart that I thought of
Even if you say something uncalled for like
‘You aren’t that kind of person’
Aren’t you the one who imposed those delusions on me?

That the sky is blue is not the sky’s fault
That the evening glow is red is not the sunshine’s fault
What colour is the real colour
You won’t get an answer even if you ask the sky

If I expose the real me
I will definitely be broken
Scary, scary, scary

That the sky is blue is not the sky’s fault and
That the evening glow is red is not the sunshine’s fault but
Thinking about how it is so pretty that you want to cry
Is something that you felt yourself, so

That the sky is blue is not the sky’s fault
That the evening glow is red is not the sunshine’s fault
If you are unable to live the life that you’d like
That is not the fault of the kind you

That is not the fault of the loving you